#quirkymuses

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    “Ah, that messy hair, I’ve seen it on the news! You must be Shigaraki Tomura.... do you know where you’re at? Or did you just.. waltz in here? Well this is my company!” Ketsueki exclaimed, spreading his arms out. “I serve everyone here, no matter your criminal record! Hell I’d give that All For One things if he wanted! Money is money.”

    His tail behind him swayed back and forth. His grotesque claws tapping at his cheek. “What can I do for you, Mr. Shigaraki? Do you want anything made for you? Or do you wish to talk?...”

[verumaeternus]

@quirkymuses [shigaraki]

          In light of the League’s recent disaster, and in spite of their truce’s rockiness, Overhaul had given him the role of damage control, along with a truckful of supplies, such as groceries and other things they might need to help furnish up their new residency. 

Black boots pad soundlessly into the bar area as he leaves a couple League members to take care of the goods he’d brought with him as he moves about in search of Shigaraki. 

            He’d been absent in the initial welcoming-- if one could call it that-- he had received from Kurogiri, and the answer he’d received upon inquiry served no avail except leaving HARI curious as to the state of the young leader as he descends a flight of stairs to go knocking on doors and nosing about. Sure, he was acting like he already owned the place, but with his curiosity piqued, he searches regardless of how it may be received. 

KURONO reaches a locked door, however, and this only serves to further interest him. 

             Curling clawed fingers, he knocks a few times with his knuckles, indigo eyes stained crimson behind the lenses of his mask as he awaits an answer. 

“I’m looking for Shigaraki Tomura.” He announces, knocking a couple more times.

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Would nerves be the best way to explain his anxiety…? Or would it f e a r ? Fear would be the better way to explain it, yes, Tenma was scared of Jabberwocky. Yet, that fear was always something that brought him back to the supposed monster.

Still, he froze. He froze where he just knew the other man was. A small quiver, a nervous shake, as he cleared his throat.

He hated how his voice threatened to crack on him, trying to take controlled breaths. “Jabberwocky…? Are you here?”

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    “Today has been boring as fuck..” the girl complained. A two headed beast padding beside her. She kicked a rock across the street. Ended up hitting someone else. The art beast found it amusing, both heads chuckling, while the woman was embarrassed. “Fuck.. sorry!” she called out.

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| @quirkymuses - Continued From Here|

“Cat’s eye view – Hizashi, I’m not going to crawl on your back.”

He glared at his best friend, a frown on his lips as he let out an annoyed huff. His ear twitched in response, eyes narrowing.

“I have a sense of adventure, you bird. I’m just…Not crawling on your back.”

[manicvoice]

Smooch smooch from Dogzawa

Long fingers found themselves adjusting the other man’s scarf, the fabric heavy underneath his fingertips. However, it was a familiar heaviness and with that familiarity came comfort. How many times had he done this before, yet this time, it seemed different.

      Probably because come the morning, he would be a wanted man.               And this scarf could very well be tied around his throat.

Hizashi stopped to meet Aizawa’s eyes and the man moved to tuck some black hair back, getting it out from the uncomfortable position trapped in the hero’s scarf. A soft smile crossed his lips as he reached to press his palm against the other’s chin, enjoying the scratchy feeling of his scruff. 

           No, no. No tears.                 No tears. He knew this was coming.

All he could do now was dig his fingers into the scruff of that black jumpsuit and tug the shorter man forward into a deep, lingering kiss. Enough so that neither of them could breathe and their heartbeats could increase into a singular drumbeat. 

                                Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou.

                                          Forgive me. Oh, gods, please forgive me                                           when all of this was done. 

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Jabber chuckled low and dipped his head down to bite at one of his fingers. Not enough to severely damage it, but enough to draw blood. He released him shortly after. “All the better to bite you with, my dear.”

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Hizashi almost giggled at the bite, his hand shifting back to stick it in his mouth. The villain sucked at the blood faintly before he gave a broad smile. “That would be a good purpose for them, yeah.”

[verumaeternus]

quirkymuses replied to your post: Do you need a massage?~

I can give you a massage. -tomura

               “... You don’t have to, Tomura-san.” 

“If you wish to, however, you may.“ HARI murmurs as he unzips his raincoat to lose some of his padded layering.